Many hymns are inspiring in many ways but I cannot think of another that pulls together so eloquently our personal, social, and spiritual struggles with such a vivid backdrop of Nature. Hauntingly hopeful. Truly inspired.

This hymn was written by a minister and his wife who served for perhaps eight years in my church in Springboro, Ohio when I was a small child. Bill Gay’s wife, who went by Betsy, was the church’s organist. As a young child, I spent many afternoons at their home which was near my house, playing games with them and listening to Betsy play on the small organ they had In their living room. They were always patient with me coming with no notice, and did not hesitate to give me attention. I think back on this as a now-51year old, and can well identify with the lyrics.